Watching Mr. Yin leave supported by Lin Qian, Qiao Xiya finally reacted.
Her eyes swept over her trembling hands, her face turned pale.
What did she just do?
Did she stab Mr. Yin?
No!
It wasn't like that!
She wasn't trying to stab him!
She wanted to stab Lin Qian!
He said he would exchange his life for Lin Qian's!
He wanted to sever all ties with her!
"Moran, I was wrong! Don't cut me off, I was wrong!"
Qiao Xiya murmured, snapped back to her senses, and quickly chased after them.
Outside, Lin Qian stopped a car, helped Mr. Yin into it, looking anxious.
"Moran, hang in there, we'll be at the hospital soon."
Lin Qian looked at the man's blood-stained chest, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone and dialed Nangong Li's number.
The woman's face was somewhat pale, with his blood on her hands, glaringly brilliant.
She was very anxious, very worried about him.
Her mood inexplicably joyful.